“I’m a seamstress, you know,” she continued.
“I noticed we’re the same size, so I started sewing in my free time. I was just making sure they fit before I gave them to you.”
My babysitter had been secretly making me clothes? I thought.
And I was thinking she and my husband… Oh, God!
“I—” My throat tightened. “I thought—”
“I know you must be thinking I was doing something fishy in here,” she interrupted and picked up a gorgeous dress. “But I just want you to try this on.
Can you do that for me, please?”
I reached out and took the dress from her. It looked beautiful.
“Thank you so much, Janice,” I finally said as tears blurred my vision. “Now I know why Paul says we really lucked out.
Because we did! I don’t have words to thank you for all that you do.”
Then, I tried the dress.
When I turned to face the mirror, I barely recognized myself. It fit perfectly.
At that point, I felt like I wasn’t just a mom, a wife, or someone who put everyone else first.
I was simply me.
Janice grinned as she fastened the last button.
“Told you,” she said proudly.
“You look amazing!”
I let out a small laugh, wiping the moisture from my eyes. “Okay, okay… you win. This dress is gorgeous.
And so are all the other ones.”
That evening, I wore each dress and modeled in the living room for Lily. She clapped and giggled as I twirled like a princess.
Paul walked in just as I was adjusting the hem of a sleek blue number.
“Wow,” he said, eyebrows raising. “You look… incredible.”
I smiled.
“Thanks to our incredible babysitter.”
I never told him what I had been thinking. Some things were better left unsaid.
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